It's crazy that I've only really just met you five short months ago. It feels like I've known you my entire life. During orientation week we all were freaked out. New people everywhere, not one familiar face. Most of us not having to make a new friend since our elementary school days. But somehow we found each other.
There was a point where I began to think that I could never be friends with you. Not because you're annoying or mean, but because we were too much alike. Kind of thought we would grow to hate each other because our personalities would clash, but quite the opposite began happening.
Slowly but surely, we began letting one another in. Telling one funny story that was sparked by and action or even a sad one. We began getting know each other. The food we like and dislike, the music we enjoy, singing in the car, "adventuring" off campus. You were becoming the person I tell everything to.
You're there for everything. The meltdowns about roommates and floormates. The nerdy academic talks. The late night dinners. The "this is the last time really, I am getting healthy after this I swear". The cramming for exams. The "I am not cut out for this". The cries. You're the first person I tell when something exciting happens. You know when something is wrong. You're literally always there.
It's funny how we never really anticipate letting someone into our lives. It just kind of happens, whether we like it or not. Life just says, "Hey you, yeah you. This is someone you need in your life. Have at it." So this is me "having at it".
Thank you for everything you do. Thank you for listening. Thank you for pushing me. Thank you for loving me unconditionally, through all the stupid times. Thank you for not letting me give in. Thank you for being you. Thank you for being my best friend.
A person I can always call. Thank you for entering into this crazy adventure of my life. Thank you for being my person. I cannot wait to see where we go and what we do. However, no matter where life takes us, I'm always just a call away.